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Saturday, April 21, 2012

When All The Land Is Wet

Today is the kind of day that gives me the blahs! Dreary. Rainy. Boring.

Song lyrics come to mind: Some April when all the land is wet.That line has been living in my head for years and often surfaces on a day such as this. Although I like the poetic ring, it’s a gloomy thought.

The fact that I’m on the brink of another birthday isn’t helping my mood either. I think this is the first time I’ve ever been troubled by a birthday. I always look forward to celebrating them with my family; it’s a fun occasion. But, this year – to be honest – I’m starting to feel... older.

How quickly the years have passed! At a mere seventeen years old, fresh out of high school, with my whole life ahead of me, I married the love of my life, and promised, “Until death do us part.” Many years have passed; we’ve reared children, enjoyed grandchildren, and shared a multitude of life’s experiences. There were ups and there were downs – more ups, I think.

We’ve been richly blessed! And we're thankful!

But I don’t believe I’m alone in noting that after our parents are gone, and we become the next in line to face mortality, we begin to think differently. We start getting our affairs in order, considering things we never thought about before. We accept that the time is getting closer for the older generation to move on and let the younger one take over. It’s the natural cycle of life.

We're at that time in our lives when we don’t fight the process anymore. It saddens us, but we’ve lived – hopefully, well. We’re weary.